Текст песни Российские Барды - Песня полярных летчиков

The song of polar pilots

Leather jackets thrown into the corner
A curtained low window with a rag.
A northern blizzard wanders behind the hangars, |
The small hotel is empty and dark. | 2 times

The commander and the navigator will remember the old tune,
The co-pilot will support his head with his hand.
Pulling up the strings of an old guitar, |
Next, the flight mechanic will quietly sing along to them. | 2 times

It's time for us to forget this sad song, -
Motors and hearts are tightly covered.
Again pulls from the coast with snow and fog, |
Again the night is flightless, even for the moon. | 2 times

Bald romantics, air tramps!
Our life is boyish eternal years.
You drive away longing, drunk flasks, |
You, meteorological service, guess our happiness. | 2 times

The sun is not setting and the wind is warm from the west.
And the steering wheel is obedient in yearning hands.
Wait for us unmet schoolgirl brides
In small asphalt southern cities.
Wait for us unmet schoolgirl brides
In the morning asphalt southern cities.